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Edge of Night
I’ve mis-sworn allegiance
misplaced my trust
in my own force of will and ego lust
Braving each path as the one who brought mirth
a cup-half-full vision my basis of worth
Now here we sit on the edge of night
casting no shadows in stars’ cold light
for we are but a meaningless mist
and this is eternity’s cruel twist:
It matters not what we do with our time
for all is lament and all will die
Though we reach for each other through cloud and shade
even love is lament
and love will fade
Published 29th Apr 2022
Author's Note
#28/30
Inspired by Pippin's song from Lord of the Rings.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmj25u5mVvg
Inspired by Pippin's song from Lord of the Rings.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmj25u5mVvg
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29th Apr 2022 4:12am
Quite nicely done. Great rhythm throughout, with a wonderful message for us to ponder as well.
5th May 2022 00:36am
Dear K,
“It matters not what we do with our time
for all is lament and all will die”
Truth! In this write I had this overwhelming sense of that feeling of trying hard to keep the positive in front of all that is trying and some days the battle just rages uphill. Forever. Uphill. 🙄
But we persevere anyway and take solace where we can.
“for we are but a meaningless mist and this is eternity’s cruel twist:” I love this as for me it perfectly represents the “why are we here?” “And when can I be done?” I think I might be feeling a little morose. I’ll stop my ramble but not before I say how touching this piece is to me. H🌷
“It matters not what we do with our time
for all is lament and all will die”
Truth! In this write I had this overwhelming sense of that feeling of trying hard to keep the positive in front of all that is trying and some days the battle just rages uphill. Forever. Uphill. 🙄
But we persevere anyway and take solace where we can.
“for we are but a meaningless mist and this is eternity’s cruel twist:” I love this as for me it perfectly represents the “why are we here?” “And when can I be done?” I think I might be feeling a little morose. I’ll stop my ramble but not before I say how touching this piece is to me. H🌷
24th Jul 2022 12:51pm
You absolutely nailed it, H. Morose is a perfect word for it. Being meaningless in the big scheme of the universe is something that I find both comforting and dreadful.
Thanks for bringing this one to my attention again! I had hoped to do something musical with it but it got lost in the haze of NaPo writing...
❤️k
Thanks for bringing this one to my attention again! I had hoped to do something musical with it but it got lost in the haze of NaPo writing...
❤️k
24th Jul 2022 1:46pm
I missed this one, k.
I love it and your reply to Honoria -- "comforting and dreadful."
I love it and your reply to Honoria -- "comforting and dreadful."
24th Jul 2022 5:16pm
Thanks so much! How are people suddenly coming across my older poems? Funny how that happens sometimes.
I appreciate the RL add.
❤️k
I appreciate the RL add.
❤️k
